Grace Darling—that gallant young female so bold.
Says her father, dear daughter, this night it is stormy,
’Tis cold, and the seas they do run mountains high,
It is folly my child to attempt on the billow,
I fear not the danger, dear father, she cried!
The boat was launched quickly, the seas loudly roaring,
To the wreck with her father she ventur’d we’re told,
And nine of the sufferers she saved from drowning,
Grace Darling—that gallant young female so bold.
When the danger was past her bosom beat lightly,